Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2000 21:27:05 -0400
From: Tiberus
Subject: Brent, Part 1
I am unsure of the section... this one is about a kid who has some fun in
a theater with an older woman, then jacks off later, but later parts are
going to focus mostly on him (13 y/o), another boy (17), another girl
(17), twin boy and girl (14), and another girl (15)... and variations
thereof...
==Brent : The Awakening=======Part 1==========
Size : 23.6
Written : 10/19/00
This is my first attempt at a story of this type, later stories will involve
everything I can think of that is interesting so expect little Brent to be
curious just like real people his age ?
Please send comments, questions, suggestions, and flames to tiberus_@hotmail.com
Thanks for reading!
WARNING: This is a purely fictional story that involves cute prepubescent boys
and molestation, sexual arousal, tickling, sex, and other sensitive topics meant
only for a few adults that enjoy reading about all this perverted stuff. If this
does not rock your socks, or you are not even 18 years old yet, I order you to
read no further. At least, I will not be responsible. I MEAN IT. YOU ARE WARNED!
The contents of this file beyond this paragraph DO NOT express, represent, or
have anything to do with the opinions, believes, sexual preferences or conduct
of the author, myself. Even if it might not appear that way.
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Brent walked slowly, hands in his pockets to hide the bulge in his shorts.
He really had been praying the teacher, Mrs. Hockley, would not call on him to
give his presentation. Brent's blue eyes and blonde hair named him as one of the
few kids not from the small town of Casgraves. He moved as gracefully as a 13-
year-old athletic soccer player could, only stumbling over his feet once.
The bulge was receding to an unnoticeable lump in his shorts, but as he
turned to look at the class his eyes fell on the twin girls that had passed him
the note. Their long brown hair, brown eyes and maturing bodies started his
shorts moving again, but he quickly shifted his thoughts to his presentation on
Shakespeare.
After about half of his presentation Brent glances at the twins, Natalia
and Falia, they were whispering and giggling. His mind wandered to the note in
his pocket, the girls had described in detail what their breasts felt like.
Before Brent could put the thought of their breasts out of his mind, his shorts
bulged. Falia passed a quick note around to all the girls in class effectively
causing a batch of nearly unstoppable giggling. Brent's face colored, but Mrs.
Hockley turned to Falia, "And what may I ask, is sooo funny?"
Natalia, always the brazen one, stood and spoke, "Well, ma'am, we noticed
that Brent is displaying a living example of what we learned about in sexual
education."
All the girls burst into giggles overshadowed only by the raucous laughs
of the boys. Natalia's voice was steady and sure, but the look on Mrs. Hockley's
face sent her to examining her shoes. Brent's face flames as Mrs. Hockley looked
back at Brent, her gaze touching on his crotch before looking up to his eyes.
Brent fled the room to the sound of Mrs. Hockley trying to calm everyone.
"Children, calm down and give Brent a hand, he did very well consid..."
One of the older boys cut in, "Yeah, lets give him a hand, of way, I'm
sure he'll get everything handled in the bathroom."
More raucous laughter chased Brent down the hall, but he noted the younger
boys only chuckled nervously. So, they had no more idea what the older boys were
talking about than he did. Brent went to the bathroom, he stood in front of the
urinal for a long time, but the yellow stream finally came. He finished up,
washed his hands and got some water from the fountain outside.
Brent's day proceeded normally from then, until he got home. Desperate to
understand the thing between his legs and the jokes of his peers Brent was
trying to decide whom to ask. He grabbed a soda and ran upstairs flopping onto
his bed. Brent's house was perfectly average for the area, two stories, four
bedrooms and a small wooded area in the backyard. His family however lacked a
father, much to the chagrin of his mother who wanted him to have the "birds and
bees" talk, but was too nervous to give it herself. His other problem was that
his mother worked nights so he only saw her in the mornings. She woke him up and
sat with him while he ate breakfast, then bustled him off to school not to be
seen again until the next morning.
Overall, Brent had been raised by him mother, and 17-year-old sister,
Laura. She was still in school, and worked a part time job, so he saw her about
as much as his mother, but she was home more often in the evenings to cook. On
the weekends, she went out with Katie, her best friend, and Katie's boyfriend
Seth.
Brent was laying on his bed reading when a knock came at his door. "Come
in," Brent said, voice only breaking slightly.
Seth walked in, one of the only other non-natives to the neighborhood, his
eyes were a deep crystalline blue, and his hair was nearly platinum lacking any
color except a hint of blonde. "Hey buck, wanna come with Katie and me to the
movies?" he asked with a smile.
Brent's mother did not let him see R rated movies, and only grudgingly
allowed PG-13, but Seth always took him to see R rated movies. "Sure Seth, just
let me get changed into real clothes," Brent said excitedly.
"Alrighty bud, just come down stairs when you get done."
Brent knew that Seth was trying to be a father figure, and liked his
company. Of course
Seth seemed like he liked Brent for more than just his girlfriend's best
friend's brother. Seth's father had left him when he was just a baby and he
wanted Brent to have a better childhood than he had had.
Seth stepped out of the room and went downstairs, followed by Laura, who
must have been standing directly outside of his room. Brent was in a hurry, so
did not take the time to close his door before he started changing. He pulled
off his sweated vest, and shucked his shirt and tie almost as quickly. His
mother had bred neatness into him, so they went into the hamper to be washed.
Brent kicked off his shoes and socks; they went under the bed for later. His
movements quickened as he dropped his khaki slacks. Brent then began looking in
his dresser; he pulled out a pair of ankle socks, some soccer shorts, and a t-
shirt. Brent was just grabbing the t-shirt to slip it over his head when Katie
stuck her head in the door and said, "Hey Brent, hurry..."
Her voice trailed off as she saw him, he had frozen in place, all but his
crotch, which sprang to attention. His white briefs bulged revealingly. "Oh god,
sorry Brent", she said closing her eyes and backing out of the room, but not
before taking one last unnoticed look at his crotch.
Brent pulled on his t-shirt and short quickly, then closed the door his
face still red. Two times in one day, he could not remember ever having a day
that bad before. "Many more dies like this and I'll dire of embarrassment," he
thought to himself as he slipped on his socks and running shoes.
Brent swallowed hard then walked down stairs, keeping his eyes away from
Katie's, but she was acting like nothing had happened. Brent slowly loosened
back up in her company as her nonchalance relaxed him Seth said, "Ready buck?"
Brent only nodded, and followed Katie and Seth out to his car. Laura had
to work, so she had already left. Seth's yellow 1968 Camaro shone brightly in
the driveway. Brent jumped into the back seat, vinyl hot on his legs. Seth
started the car and they drove to the movies, a mere 15 minutes away.
When they arrived Brent finally asked, "What are we gonna see?"
"Well, we were probably gonna see Gladiator, but you can watch whatever
you want," Seth replied, revealing a perfect line of white teeth.
"That's cool, I've wanted to see that since it came out," Brent said.
"Ok then, go grab us some popcorn and some Pepsi's," Seth said, handing
him some money.
"Brent hurried off to stand in line and Seth purchased three tickets to
Gladiator. After the popcorn and soda was purchased they found their theater,
just a minute or two early. Seth and Katie sat in the back while Brent moved to
the middle. He had done this enough to know they did not mind him sitting with
them, but would prefer privacy. Brent sat down in a mostly empty row, but before
the starting sequence was done a woman sat beside him, quite pretty in the glow
from the screen. A man sat beside her and they began to kiss passionately. Brent
managed to ignore the couple on his right for about half the movie, but then his
maturing hormones got the better of him, he glanced over to see if they were
paying any attention to him. They were only paying attention to each other, so
he openly stared. The woman was pretty, and the man would have been considered
handsome.
As Brent watched on intently, something amazing happened. The woman seemed
to accidentally lay her hand in the man's lap and began to rub the large bulge
that appeared. Even more amazing to young Brent, a small dark wet spot appeared
on the man's light shorts. The man must have peed of himself -- weird. The man's
hand moved into her lap, where he deftly unbuttoned her shorts and slipped his
hand under the white waistband of her panties. She glanced over at Brent and
winked. His face was red, but the darkness his that and the throbbing tent in
his soccer shorts.
Brent's penis was pushing hard against the fabric of his tight briefs and
it was causing some discomfort. The couple stopped kissing, but she did not quit
her quiet moaning. The woman whispered in the man's ear, and he smiled as he
looked down at Brent's crotch.
"Babe, why don't you give him a little thrill?" he asked in a barely
audible whisper.
She only giggled. Ever so slowly, the man pulled out his fingers and
licked some glistening liquid off them. With deliberate slowness, the man pushed
down the woman's shorts just below her panties. Brent's penis throbbed and he
could not keep from staring at the wet spot in her panties. She looked around,
sighed, then pushed the white panties down to reveal something straight out of a
sex ed. diagram. A hairless vagina damp and glistening.
Brent swallowed hard, and moved his hips trying to relieve some of the
pressure in his shorts. The woman leaned down quickly and whispered, "Haven't
got too much time left hon, wanna touch it?"
Brent's attempt at speech brought only a quite hoarse sound, which
reminded him to swallow again, he ended up only nodding. "Well dear, better
hurry up."
Brent started moving his hand slowly, the man reached across and grabbed
his hand and gently put it in her crotch. The man moved Brent's hand back and
forth over her crotch bringing more moans, and then forced his middle finger
into the small hole. Brent was so intent on the feeling and moving the finger in
and out that he never saw the woman moving her hand towards his shorts. The man
had two of his fingers in and then leaned back to watch as the boy pleasured his
girlfriend.
Brent jumped as the woman started rubbing his crotch, he could not believe
the feeling, but before he could stop her he had an intense feeling of needing
to pee, then he could not help it, he peed his pants. Brent, embarrassed beyond
belief jumped up and ran out of the theater, followed by the quiet giggling of
the woman, and more importantly by Seth.
Brent went into the bathroom quickly, but he could see the large wet spot
spreading across his shorts. Horrified he stepped into on the stalls so that
Seth would not see him. He could still hear the woman in his head laughing.
The bathroom door opened and Seth's voice resounded in the bathroom, "Hey
Brent, you okay?"
"Yeah, I--I'm fi-ine," Brent said.
"You sure? What happened, you were crying when you went by, so don't act
like nothing happened," Seth said pulling on the stall door.
"No, really, I--I--I'm fine...really..." Brent said stammering.
"Come on bud, open the door, it cannot be that bad," Seth's voice was soft
and kind.
Brent very slowly reached out and unlocked the door; it immediately swung
open to admit a concerned looking Seth. Seth's gaze took in Brent's tear
streaked face, his sticky fingers held away from his clothes, and the large wet
spot on his shorts, "What happened bud?"
"Well, I guess I just wet myself..." Brent said, shying away as Seth reached
out and rubbed the wet spot.
Seth sniffed his fingers then said, "Its alright, you didn't pee on
yourself, you just came, that all, you had an orgasm. Now, tell me what
happened."
Brent explained what had happened and Seth laughed a little, to the
extreme chagrin of Brent. "I'm not laughing at you, just at your exploits, can't
say anything that interesting happened to me, especially not at your age."
"Use some toilet paper to dry your shorts and underwear, then tie this
around your waist. Then come back and we'll finish the movie," Seth said as he
handed Brent his windbreaker.
Seth closed the stall door and stepped out of the bathroom sucking his
fingers, savoring the salty sweet taste. Brent locked the stall food and cleaned
the sticky goo out of his shorts. Brent washed his hands, but then thought about
Seth sniffing his cum, and decided to see what it smelled like. Brent wiped his
finger on the wet spot then sniffed, not too bad. He had heard about this stuff
called cum. Brent hurried back to the theater and sat with Seth and Katie -- the
strange couple was gone.
Brent found himself chewing his fingernail wondering what the salty taste
was, when it finally occurred to him he quickly quit and never chewed them
again. The credits were rolling and the group moved out into the hall, carried
by the myriad people. Katie, finally able to see Brent eyed the jacket
curiously, but said nothing. Seth immediately took her elbow and led her out of
the theater to his car, Brent trailing sadly behind.
"I need to drop Katie off then stop by my house and pick up some things
before I take you home, that okay?" Seth asked.
"Yeah, that's fine," Brent replied, eyes still downcast.
Seth took off hard, and they made it to Katie's house in good time, he
stopped and kissed her, then watched her walk into the house. On the urgings of
Seth, Brent got in the front seat. Seth made some small talk as he sped to his
house. "So, how've you been doing in school? Didn't you have a big English
presentation? How'd that go?"
Brent's face colored briefly, but he covered it with a yawn and a cough.
"I'm doing fine, and the English presentation went great," he lied.
"That's good, I didn't do so well in school when I was your age, wish now
that I had tried harder. Ah well, nothing to be done about that now," Seth said
with a grin.
Seth pulled up to his house and parked the car in the driveway; the pair
hopped out of the car and went into the house. Seth hurried up the steps, but
stopped when Brent gasped. "Yeah we just had put in a couple of weeks ago, but
it hasn't really been warm enough to swim yet or I would have had you over."
Brent had knows Seth was wealthy, but he probably had the only pool in the
whole neighborhood. Brent looked around at the huge Victorian style house, oak
paneling and large carved hardwood furniture. Seth opened a large oak door on
the left side of the hall and stepped into an amazingly bare room. A large oak
desk, full-length wall mirror, wardrobe, four-posted bed with carve lions on the
posts, and a computer on the desk were all furnishings. Seth motioned Brent to
the bed and booted his computer. "Make yourself at home, I'm gonna be a little
bit."
Seth looked back and frowned, Brent was sitting on the very edge of the
bed, "Really, make yourself at home, you can't mess up the bed."
Brent kicked off his shoes and moved slowly back to lean against the
pillows and noticed that the bed and the whole room smelled faintly of Seth,
clean sweat, and even more faintly of Katie. "Buck, you look bored out of your
mind, here have a look at this," Seth said tossing a magazine to him.
Brent grabbed the magazine, but it did not look very interesting, some old
men's magazine called "Club International" with a woman in a business suit on
the cover. Brent not wanting to be rude flipped open the first page and nearly
swallowed his tongue. The page showed a woman squatting on what appeared to be a
cucumber, half it's length buried in her vagina. Brent's shorts tented
instantly, the bulge throbbed with his pulse, begging to be free of the tight
clothing. Seth heard Brent's sharp intake of breath, but did not look, he
quickly started his spy cam software. His spy cam booted up behind the mirror
and he trained it on the boy lounging on his bed. He started it recording then
quickly went back to his e-mail.
"Um, why did you give me this?" Brent asked in a slightly unsteady voice.
"Just thought you were growing up and would enjoy it, but if not I'll find
you something else," Seth said still not turning around.
"No, No, it's cool," Brent said quickly.
"Alright then, I'll be done shortly, then I'll take you home," Seth
replied.
Seth continued working on his computer and Brent went back to the
magazine. His eyes wide and almost unblinking. He flipped the pages staring at
the naked men and women. The women looked very happy with men pushing things
into their vaginas, pussies, the caption called them.
Seth quickly sent out some e-mail with pictured of Brent, from the waist
up. He only sent the e-mail to his most trustworthy friends. Some sent back
immediate responses asking about the Adonis on his bed. The most astute
understood his plans; they had themselves sent him encrypted video of their own
encounters with young boys. Seth shifted his hips to ease the pressure in his
jeans. He quickly finished up and put his spy cam back on motion detection mode.
"Ok buck, lets get out of her," he said, as he stood and deftly adjusted his
package.
Brent jumped off the bed, magazine still in hand; he tried without success
to hide the tenting in his shorts. Seth's crystal blue eyes went to Brent's
crotch, almost immediately. Brent's cheeks started to flame, but he quickly
turned and left the room. "Hey Brent, its nothing to be embarrassed about, every
guy gets horny."
"Brent too embarrassed to reply tried to flee, but Seth had a grip on his
arm. "Bud, really look, all guys get horny," Seth said dragging Brent back to
sit on the bed.
Brent sat, but tears were welling in his big eyes. Seth grabbed the
magazine and quickly flipped to one of the full-page pictures. His jeans already
showed a noticeably large bulge, but he did not want Brent to question its
appearance with out the deception of the magazine. "Brent look, I get horny when
I look at these pictures too," Seth said while turning Brent's head to look at
him.
Brent's eyes slowly dipped to the magazine, then to the tiny wet spot at
the tip of the bulge in Seth's jeans. "O--Okay Seth, they kinds talked about this
in--in sex ed."
"They probably didn't tell you it doesn't take much to get boys your age
horny, sometimes it just happens randomly and sometime the wind blowing on your
pants can do it," Seth said with a knowing smile.
"I thought something was wrong with me, it happened during my presentation
in English, everyone laughed at me."
"Well, we all have to learn to deal with it and try to think of other
things to get rid of a hard-on. You'll generally get horny whenever you think of
sex, or see pictures like this," Seth said dodging the idea of only woman being
sexual symbols.
Seth put the magazine away and by the time he got back to the bed, Brent's
hardness had receded, and he was wiping the tears from his eyes. "Okay, let's
get you home, and if you ever need to talk about anything I'm their for you,"
Seth said, with only the slightest of double meaning in the back of his head.
"Thanks Seth," Brent said, still a little meek.
Brent followed Seth downstairs and hopped into the car. Seth roared out of
the driveway and really got on the gas on the trip. Brent was in a great mood
before they reached his house, but his testicles, balls the other kids called
them, hurt severely. "Um, Seth..."
"Yeah?"
"I gotta ask you something..." Brent said, staring fiercely at his shoes.
"I told you already, you can talk to me about anything. What's wrong
Brent?"
"Well, ahem, for the past few minutes my balls have been hurting real
bad," Brent said, still examining his shoes.
Seth felt a little tingle run down his spine, he had been hoping for some
kind of opening. Now he had one and he was not so sure he wanted to use it.
"Well Brent, you've probably got blue balls," Seth said quietly.
"Blue balls?" Brent sounded very worried.
"Calm down, its nothing horrible, just uncomfortable," Seth said quickly.
"But, what is it? Why do I have it?"
"Blue balls is what happens when you get horny for a long time then don't
get any relief. It will go away, but you can usually keep it from happening by
masturbating, when you've been horny for a long time," Seth said with a sigh,
there he had said it.
"Um, Seth, what is masturbating?"
Seth had told him about it, he would have to finish it. "Well, its when
you rub or stroke your penis until you cum."
"Oh, but I think I used to do that in the tub, but my momma caught me, and
said it was bad," Brent said with a small blush.
"It's definitely not bad, and it feels good too. You should talk to James,
he's a horny little bugger," Seth said, embarrassed suddenly by what he had said
about James.
"Uh ok Seth, thanks. Well I'll see you later, got some homework to do,"
Brent said as he hopped out of the car and ran to his house.
Seth worried about his seeds taking proper root, drove off smiling. Brent
unlocked the door and ran upstairs. He could not believe all that had happened
today, but he did not have much time to think about that, he wanted to try this
masturbation thing. Brent closed his door, it did not have a lock, but no one
was home. He quickly stripped out of his clothes they went in the hamper. He
hoped absently that his mom would not notice the stains.
Brent well remembered rubbing his little penis in the bathtub, but had
never connected that to anything sexual before. He lay down on the bed and
started gently rubbing the head of his cut penis. It became even harder and sent
little pleasure signals to his brain. Oh God, this is amazing, Brent though at
he remembered the pictures in the magazine. His mind kept drifting back to
Seth's hard penis, the bulge in his pants with the tiny drop of fluid soaking
through. Brent knew that it was not right to think about guys like that, it
would make him gay, but he could not help it. One of the women in the magazine
had wrapped her hand around the man's penis and he looked like he was enjoying
himself, so Brent tried it. He stroked up and down, but his penis was too small,
so he used a couple of fingers. Brent's balls started to tingle; he could not
believe how it felt. He suddenly had the urge to pee really bad, but before he
could stop something wet hit him in the face and chest, and his penis was
throbbing to the point he couldn't think straight.
So that was an orgasm, Brent thought. His breathing finally slowed, and he
came slowly off his orgasmic high. "Wow," he said.
Brent finally understood some of the jokes of his friends and the guys on
the soccer team. That reminded him, next year he would have to take showers in
gym, and the soccer team would have to take showers at school too. As it was,
all the boys were very modest and did not change or shower with the other guys.
Oh well, he would deal with that problem when it came.
Brent needed to clean up so he hopped in the shower making a mental note
to get some paper towels or something to use to clean up the next time.
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END PART 1
Brent: The Awakening
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